They Say I'm Evil |Jay x Reader|

𝐂 𝐇 𝐀 𝐏 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐅 𝐎 𝐔 𝐑

𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨

𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑, the dust particles clogged their noses, removing their capability to smell anything. Everything was scattered around. When your parents were villains, you didn't have to clean anything, and cleanliness wasn't one of their top priorities. But it becomes a hassle sometimes when you can't find your things or when huge clumps of dust particles are floating around in the air. The only noise they could hear was their footsteps as their feet touched the floor, the Evil Queen's awful humming as she did her makeup, and Y/N's and her father's argument going on upstairs. All they did when they communicated with each other was yell. Either because they were having an argument or because they were both on two completely different floors and he needed Y/N to do something for him.

The floors were rickety and starting to rot. There were stains everywhere you looked, each there for a different reason and with a different substance, but the colour that kept coming up was a dark, flakey crimson red colour. There was a hole in the floor with scorch marks around it, an accident of the last time Y/N used her powers in a fit of rage against her father. The room didn't have many windows, and for the ones they did have, chunks were missing and covered in dirt. Not to mention the fact that they were covered in a thin black material—a makeshift curtain—blocking out the sun, making the room look even more miserable.

Jay slowly walked into the lair, his senses seeming to have spiked as he stepped inside the building and breathed in the congested air. His lungs burned slightly as he inhaled some particles of dust that were floating around the room. Yep, this was the place he called home. This was the place that had everything he ever needed all in one space. Everything he has ever stolen was lying somewhere within this house, all the people he's ever needed all under one roof.

Muffled yells and screams could be heard from the upper floor in the back corner of the floor, where Y/N's room was located. A small sigh left Jay's lips as he took off his beanie and ran his hand through his hair, a habit he developed at a young age. He had no idea why he did this, but something about feeling his hands—or someone else's—run through his hair relaxed him.

The yelling only seemed to grow louder and louder as the 'conversation' progressed. It became more and more clear what the two were arguing about. Jay knew how these situations progressed, it would bounce from subject to subject until, eventually, Chernabog snaps. From what Jay could tell, they went from arguing about Y/N hanging out with them, to sneaking out of the lair and then going against the older man's demands.

"Move," Maleficent said as she pushed Jay out of the way and marched towards her make-shift throne at the front of the room.

Jay watched her as she plopped down on her throne and grabbed the nail filer that rested neatly on the armrest next to her. Next to her, was an even bigger throne that was covered completely in black paint, but if you'd look close enough to the large seat you'd notice that there were skulls and demon faces carved into the material, and yet that wasn't even the worse part of the throne. The worse part was that the throne was built out of bones. Nobody knew if those bones were real or not and if they were real if they were animal bones or human bones. The only person that could give you an answer to that question would be Chernabog, the owner of the throne.

Just as fast as the yelling started, it came to a quick—and sudden—stop. Jay looked over at Evie, the look of concern on his face as he realized what was about to happen next. Evie looked back at him with the same expression. Carlos cringed slightly as he brought his hands up to his ears to cover up to noises that he was about to hear. Mal, however, sat down on the stairs that were close to her mother's throne, looking bored out of her mind.